She looked at me, and gave me that stupid, yet adorable, look she gave someone when she was confused.
Eyes sparkling, her head slightly cocked to the side.
I sighed and answered her question.

“You have galaxies in your eyes.
Sometimes, I have no control, I feel like I’m drowning, but then, you’re here.
And then I’m drowning in those eyes, floating in that ocean of stars.
You can walk in the rain if you want, and you can think no one can see you cry, but I can.
I can tell, when your eyes are red and puffy, how you put on extra makeup and nice clothes when you want attention, you can burn everyone that comes close to you, but it won’t help.
I know that feeling when you’re trapped in your mind, no way out. When you know the sun is there, shining, but there are blackout curtains, over your eyes, and it’s been so dark, for so long, that you can’t even tell if the sun even still burns.
When you feel like you’re going nowhere.
Well, I don’t care if you burn me. I can stand the heat, because love, I’ve been cold all my life.
And if you’re going nowhere, then buy me a ticket, because I’m going with you.”